Noah.Tenko Shimura - Tumblr Posts
Gamer!Shigaraki au is the epitome of what plagues my mind when I want to fuck a gamer boy. His pale hole puckers around inches of cock, begging for more of it in little squeezes. Tomura’s cotton candy blue hair laps over his shoulders in crooked layers like waves on a sea shore, and your hands push his arch deeper, his short crème dick peeking out from behind the further his ass bends toward you.
It’s a sick fascination. Terse pants, pitchy moans, rocky grumbles pass his lips like a kitten struggling to claw its way onto a tall surface. His fingers cling onto his weathered pillows like the kitten’s claws would dig into a couch to heave itself upward. Tomura, however, does not heave himself upward. He drops his tailbone and struggles to maintain control over his throat as your cock bullies him cross eyed.
Pretty kitty. That’s what you want to say. A raspy gasp squeezes through his airway and he peals a hand backward to grab your thigh. It stings. Crooked nails dig themselves into your flesh.
“H-harder” he pants. He doesn’t make a move to take you deeper. That would be too desperate for his ego. Tomura’s lips sound wet. Saliva pooling on his tongue, lips holding it back from spilling all over his yellowed pillowcases. You could only imagine what’s hidden behind the bangs dangling before his face. Red pupils struggling to focus on anything but his own nose bridge. A mouth that can’t stay closed for too long.
“But I just like to watch you take it” you murmur. It’s transfixing to watch his ass struggle with the girth of you, his knees trembling under the weight. Maybe it was evil to tease. Make him beg. Make him wait for more. Tenko is the impatient type. An egotistical type. Like a rock in a stream. Slow chafing of his indestructible surface takes time to carve him into the perfect mold you want. Just the right angle. Just the right thrust.
Shimura’s mouth drops open as you lean forward. Your cock buries deeper inside of him, to the hilt without mercy. “Fucking pervert” he spits, breathless. More harmless than intended.
“You like it.” Your voice floats between the pounding in his ears and the fog clouding up his brain, finding some middle ground. He does. He does like that you’re a pervert. It makes him hot under his skin. Makes him moan a little bit more when he loses a game just to make you fuck him when he’s done.
He’ll never admit it though.
“Fr- ngh! Freak..” he sighs the words out, hips twitching when you pull out and push back in, rocking him back and forth.
A hair long pause cuts short by the sound of Tomura struggling, “so impatient” you pout. Wet pre wets your palm. His cock throbs between your fingers and makes him shake beneath you as you grab it and pull. “Let me do my thing” assuring him, you slide your cock back again, pushing in just a bit harder.